[Verse 1:] I got three words for you I go hard There's nothing more valuable than my intuition Every word I spit is like verbal ammunition In my semi-automatic mouth I'll give off inhibition Show me your system and I'll show you my abolition The mic is mine so I've got the accusation The lack of it is giving you loads of malnutrition I get it so much I need a f**ing dietrician Blow up the stage when I get the mic in position